FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
Urim Elezi, born on 18.10.1941 in Floq, Korça, was twice convicted by the communist regime with many years of suffering. He was imprisoned on 26.10.1963 and released on 10.2.1989. He entered at 22 years old and left at 48 years old, even blind. At the age of 18, he completed the Instruction School in Gjirokastër, where he was promoted to non-commissioned officer. In his first sentence, he was a soldier in Unit No. 9357 Gjirokastër. The first time he was accused under Article 64, in combination with Articles 10 and 14 of the Criminal Code. He was on military service, together with his friend Hekuran Shyti, in Gjirokastër. According to the court, he had proposed to Hekuran that they escape because there was a good life in capitalist countries, especially in the USA. Hekurani is released from the army earlier and during this time he finds the other people with whom he would escape. Hekurani sends a telegram to Urim in Gjirokastra, asking him to send him a message that his mother was ill.
Thus Urimi joins his friends, Hekuran Shyti, Durim Shyti and Robert Morava. Not well oriented, spied on by a resident of the area, they were captured by the border forces at the Nikolica border post in the Korça district. The Tirana Military Court, with decision no. 21, dated 27.2.1964, declared him guilty and sentenced him to 18 years of imprisonment, confiscation of property, deprivation of the right to vote for 4 years and the rank of sergeant.
It was left in force by decision no. 23, dated 31.3.1964, of the Military College of the Supreme Court.
He was arrested for the second time on 19.2.1980. He was charged under Article 55/1 of the Criminal Code with very serious charges. The Fier Internal Affairs Branch, with letter no. 112, dated 15.1.1980, requested the Investigation Directorate to approve the arrests of three citizens, including the aforementioned Urim Elezi. He was taken into active processing on 17.5.1979 for carrying out propaganda among the convicts.
"I pentuari" and "Tekniku" reported on him. He was said to have said: "The Sigurimi has stained its hands with the blood of this people. They have committed the ugliest crimes that can be in history, the Sigurimi has behaved with the people and with the people, worse than the fascists and Nazis have behaved..! There is no one more vile than the communists. I call communists all those who have the star on their forehead like a tomato, regardless of whether they believe in Marx's beard or Stalin's mustache...! The most monstrous crimes in Albania were committed at the time when the communists came to power! Life here is a prison".
The Fier District Court, headed by Sokrat Dautaj, with the participation of prosecutor Kiço Koçi, with decision no. 94, dated 18.4.1980, declared him guilty and sentenced him to 10 years of imprisonment, as well as the deprivation of the right to vote for 5 years. Convinced of the futility of communist decisions, Urim Elezi did not appeal the decision. After sending a letter to Enver Hoxha, calling him a “colorless monster, sick with persecution mania”, on 6.12.1981, he was beaten by the police of Burrel Prison, until he was blinded. He was released on 10.2.1989, from Ward no. 305 Progress, of the Saranda district.
Continued from the previous issue
In memory of my unforgettable former fellow sufferers
Although I am 79 years old, blind and with many fractures in my head, my memory at this moment reminds me of some of the Catholic clergy who have given me knowledge, but, out of the dozens and dozens I have met in Burrel, I am mentioning two priests whose actions and sayings have remained in my memory.
Father Peter Meshkalla from Shkodra
In one of the many cases, former Prime Minister Mehmet Shehu goes to Shkodra, to his parish, and tells him that Father Pjetri should become prime minister. The father replies: “I am a priest and I cannot become prime minister, to cooperate with those who are at the head of the country and who are worse than the devil”. Shortly after this, Father Pjetri was imprisoned. Father Pjetri explained to me every time I asked him about mythology and other sciences, and I took careful notes of his words.
After going through a lot of torture during eleven years in prison, in room no. 10 in Burrel prison, Mehmet Shehu goes to meet his father and says: “Hey Pjetër Mëshkalla, who is worse, us or the devil”? The father replies, groaning: “Oh, poor noble people, who has 11 years of trials that not even the devil himself has done and says who is worse, us or the devil”?!
Mehmet's hair stood on end and, enraged, he gave ignorant orders that terrorized not only Father Pjetri, but also dozens of others, most of whom were taken away and never returned alive. Many years later, between 1974 and 1979, in Ballsh prison, I and three of my peers asked Father Pjetri about some mythologies, in the corner of the bunker.
At this moment, the prison commander Sami Kamberi comes with 4-5 other police officers and officers and asks: “What are you doing?” One of us replies: “Mr. Commander, we are staying.” – “But that older man who is talking to you, while you are listening to him so attentively, was he a teacher?” – “No, Mr. Commander, he is not a teacher, he is a Catholic priest.”
The commander approached and said to the Father: “You communists fight us a lot.” Father Pjetri replied: “Yes, Commander, we fight you with this (putting his index finger on his tongue), and you fight us with this” (moving his index finger as if shooting a gun). One of the ignorant people tried to hit the Father and put him in the dungeon, but the commander’s manliness and character did not allow this ugly act, coming to the defense of Father Pjetri.
Dom Nikoll Mazreku
Në dhomën nr.5 në Burgun e Burrelit, disa muaj para vrasjes së Mehmet Shehut, i vdes nëna një nga bashkëvuajtësit që kishte qenë operativ Sigurimi. Të burgosurit po shihnin njëri-tjetrin në sy, nëse duhej apo jo t’i shprehnin ngushëllimet. Dom Nikolla thotë: “Dëgjoni këtu, ne duhet t’i vemë për ngushëllim t’i themi kryet shëndoshë, se nuk jemi si ata, që kur ju vdes një i afërmi tyre, nuk i venë për ngushëllim, por për t’i rrëmbyer ndonjë plaçkë, a ndonjë send”. Këto fjalë vajtën në komandë dhe në dhomën ku flinim mbi 30 vetë, rrinin edhe një pastrues dhe një kuzhinier, ish koloneli D.G. i diktaturës, të cilët pa pikë dyshimi spiunuan. Pas 2-3 ditësh vjen në dhomë operativi i burgut me 5-6 xhahilë dhe direkt shkojnë tek Nikoll Mazreku, të cilit i thotë operativi:
“A e di që është e ndaluar të shkosh nga njëri dyshek tek tjetri që nuk është pranë teje? – “Po zotni, por nuk vajtëm për t’i dhënë mësim, se e di që nuk lejohet, por i vajtëm për ngushëllim, se i ka vdek nana”. –“Po pse i vajte”? – “I vajta se na kështu e kena, kur vdes baba, ne vemë për ngushëllim dhe jo si ju, që vini për t’i rrëmbyer ndonjë send”. Në këtë moment policët ju vërsulën duke e goditur, i thyen nofullën dhe të mbytur në gjak, e futën 30 ditë në birucë prej nga Perëndia e di si doli gjallë. Në të njëjtën kohë edhe mua me gjashtë shokë të tjerë që i shkuam për ngushëllim, na futën në birucë për 30 ditë.
Hafëz Ali Zëmblaku
Teolog i shquar dhe me karakter burrëror të veçantë, politikan dhe antikomunist me bindje patriotike të shquara. Kur fliste ky në burgun e Burrelit, të gjithë të burgosurit intelektualë, kleri katolik dhe dy vëllezërit, Koço e Arqile Tase, e dëgjonin me shumë vëmendje. Unë, me këtë figurë si dhe dy vëllezërit Tase, teologë, politikanë, filozofë, nuk kam jetuar, sepse ata ishin të moshuar dhe shumë vite para meje në burg, por thëniet e tyre, filozofitë e tyre, sido që regjimi i egër kishte censurë shumë të rreptë, shkonin nga memoria në memorie. Unë i pyesja, i dëgjoja me vëmendje e kënaqësi dhe mbaja shënime që i mësoja përmendësh.
Profesor Gjergji Komnino
Këtë poliglot, linguist etj., etj., e kam patur nëntë muaj në dhomën nr 9. Gjatë Luftës së II-të Botërore, kishte qenë këshilltar i misionit anglo-amerikan në Shqipëri. Edhe ky më ka dhënë mësime nga më të ndryshmet, deri në astronomi por, kur u ndamë nga dhoma, më la disa dorëshkrime të tij të periudhës së luftës, ku ndër të tjera tepër sekrete ka trajtuar dhe veprimet agjentureske dhe aventureske të diktatorit të kombit shqiptar.
Kur u ndamë më la një porosi, duke më marrë librin e astronomisë më thotë që; mos u merr më me astronomi, se tipi tënd dëmton shumë sistemin nervor. Mua më bëri shumë përshtypje kjo fjalë dhe pyeta një katolik me emrin Viktor Kujxhia nga Shkodra, i cili kishte bërë mbi 20 vjet burg. I them: “Profesor Gjergji më la një porosi, që mos merrem më me astronomi”. Zotëria më thotë: “Astronomët në përgjithësi, para se të vdesin, lajthitin”.
Kudret Kokoshi
He was from Vlorë, very intelligent, who had completed his higher studies in Italy. Despite the fact that I did not live with him because he was in prison before me, from many of his sayings I recorded in my memory that in Burrel, a poem by his mother. Other Vlorë people also said that she was a heroic mother, because she came to Burrel on foot, ragged and exhausted, to meet her son. My mother too, not because she is my mother, but because she is a heroine because they have persecuted her and put extraordinary pressure on her, even the first secretary of the Korça District, the heartless Mihallaq Ziçishti.
The Red Executioners, the Political Prisoner and the Rat
In one of the many cursed cells of the dictatorship, the impossible and unbelievable happened, but RA and 5-6 of his former fellow sufferers inside the cell… every time they put the spoon in their mouths, there was no way they could not remember when 3-4 executioners came to their dungeon, no less than three times a day-roll call and tortured them in the most bestial way. The dungeons were full of rats. The blood on the cement had a more terrible smell than dead rats. When the executioners entered the cells, with rubber sticks, someone with a stick and a rubber tube, they would run over the bodies of the prisoners. In one case, a small rat was killed.
The six prisoners were lying on the ground, bleeding, one unconscious. RA, one of his hands was broken and in front of his face, there was a small dead mouse. The executioner trampled on the victim's broken, bloody hand. With his black boot and a rubber club on his head, he said: "Eat the mouse." The victim
screams in pain, but the executioner weighs more heavily on the victim's injured hand and lowers the rubber baton onto the back of his neck. The victim's free hand, blackened by the batons, almost completely helpless, throws the mouse into his mouth, which passes into his stomach. The executioners leave very satisfied, having successfully completed their task./ Memorie.al
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